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Eighteen

作者: Lily Grayson
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-04 15:15:08

Sophie's POV

Marcus Kane leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien's office, the Manhattan skyline stretching behind him like a chessboard waiting for their next move. The setting sun painted his sharp features in gold and shadow, catching the ice in his bourbon as he swirled it with deliberate calm.

"You should see what she's doing in your archives," he murmured, his voice slick as the whiskey he drank. "Your little wife has been accessing files about the Laurent Holdings takeover every night this week."

I didn't look up from the Tokyo merger documents, my Montblanc pen scratching across the page with calculated indifference. "She's entitled."

A chuckle low and knowing. "Even the classified ones? The ones even you don't like to revisit?" His cufflink, a serpent eating its own tail gleamed as he tapped his glass. "Tell me, Damien, does she know about the cellar contingency?"

His pen weny still.

The air between Damien and Marcus thickened with decades-old bloodst
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